Friday, June 23, 2017

Sweltering



We used to have a gift for arriving in places just as they were hit by a heatwave. I thought we'd managed to shake off this unwanted talent. But no. This week we've been in London, visiting Daughter 2.


On Wednesday it got up to 34 degrees, which is 93.2 Fahrenheit. This, let me remind you, is in a country which generally doesn't have - usually doesn't need - air conditioning. Not in houses, not in most workplaces, not in buses and I've no idea about underground railways but they're all sorts of temperatures, usually HOT.



We do not like hot.



However, we got to see her and the new, slightly unfinished, studio, where she is now working.




To be continued.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Ways to spend time


It's amazing how busy retirement can be; not that I'm complaining. The garden is blooming - including the weeds. I like weeding. It's a meditative occupation. I wish plants would just grow to the right size and then stop, though. Instead, they pause for a year or two and then, just as you're congratulating yourself on your mastery of your little bit of heaven, they make a sudden bid to take over the whole garden. And I don't like digging things up. It's hard work and seems a bit mean.


I had a peaceful coffee at Portobello beach the other day. Sometimes the weather is like this.



I drew a circle and Granddaughter-the-Elder made it into a face, including the pupils. She's growing up.



We took the children to Silverknowes beach. As you can see, it was a typical Scottish summer's day... . Actually, it was mild and they soon took off more clothes.




Children have such fun with sand, rock pools, spades and imagination.



And today we went to visit Son and the beautiful UnBloggable Baby. She's growing up too!



But we won't see her again for a bit, alas.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Bunnies


"Can you draw a bunny for me?"


"Can you draw its baby bunny?"



"Now a whole family of bunnies?"



He's so old and competent in her eyes: nearly 6, which is a great age for one's big bruvver. (Excuse his apparently filthy thumb nail. It's cherry juice - very staining.)



Monday, June 05, 2017

Big sigh


In the direness of the news, what is there to be done but look at all these streptocarpus plants at the garden show at the weekend...?



And admire these mecanopsis and peonies.



And my beautiful clematis - with flowers as big as a hand.



And watch the little ones as they diligently paint the paving slabs with water.

And try not to despair at the state of the world.